infinite power system

Chapter 22

"Thousands of times stronger than me?" Shen Lin smiled instead of anger, and laughed so freely that he almost laughed out loud.

The rest of the Confucianism cultivators also burst out laughing after being stunned. Shen Lin is the number one scholar of the Yunqin Empire, and his poetry has been recognized by the elders. He is called one of the most talented people in the past century, and he is expected to prove the truth with poetry. .

It is simply the funniest joke in the world for a person who bears such a great honor to be despised by a young man known as a dandy.

"Very good, Your Highness, I didn't expect you to have a talent for telling jokes. I haven't seen anyone tell jokes so freshly and refinedly for a long time."

Shen Lin laughed so hard that there were tears in the corners of his eyes, which was also from a smile.

"His Royal Highness, your "Plucking Mulberry Nine Days" is indeed very good, but there is still a big gap compared with Brother Shen Lin's lyrics." A purple-clothed Confucian cultivator said with a smile.

"Young people are prone to pride and complacency, and they can't see the distance between themselves and others, so they can only stumble in the end." A middle-aged Confucianism cultivator waved a paper fan, pretending to point out.

"His Royal Highness, let's leave here, or you will be ruined." Some people frowned, thinking that Tang Feng would embarrass all Confucianism cultivators in Lianghuang.

Tang Feng drank the strong wine in his cup, his black hair was disheveled, his broken sword trembled, and he had an extraordinary bearing.

He glanced at the desolate Confucian cultivators present, shook his head and sighed, his eyes were full of disappointment: "The desolate Confucian cultivators are all people like you who adore Beijing and flatter others, no wonder the cultural context is declining."

"You are presumptuous!"

The middle-aged Confucianism cultivator yelled angrily just now. He is a very famous Confucianism cultivator in the desolation. Seeing Tang Feng pointing out the country here, he was very angry.

Moreover, he shot directly, with anger, and slapped Tang Feng on the head with a slap.

However, Tang Feng is not afraid, this is just a Confucianism cultivator of the fifth rank of the pulse state, and the use of Feixian power and Jiezi secret is enough to deal with it.

Click.

With a crisp sound, the right palm of the middle-aged Confucian cultivator was shattered!

"You are too presumptuous!" The middle-aged Confucian cultivator broke out in a cold sweat. He is a Confucian cultivator, and his physique is not strong. He was caught off guard by Tang Feng, and he was ashamed and angry at the moment.

"Presumptuous? Who is presumptuous!"

Tang Feng drew his sword out of its sheath, and the pawn crossing the river shone with black light, directly hitting the throat of the middle-aged Confucian cultivator.

His eyes were cold, looking at the excited middle-aged Confucianism cultivator, he scolded angrily: "As a desolate Confucianism cultivator, you look down on me as a desolate person, but respect the people in the capital. You are really a born slave!"

"Desolation has always been ridiculed as a barbaric land with a decadent cultural context. You were born in the desolation, and I feel sad for your misfortune; Indisputably angry."

Tang Feng's words were sonorous, full of arrogance, and his cold eyes glanced over. No desolate Confucian cultivator dared to look at him, and everyone felt ashamed.

Sorrowful for their misfortune, angry for their incompetence, these eight characters are like a steel knife, ruthlessly piercing into the hearts of this group of desolate Confucian cultivators.

The face of the middle-aged Confucian cultivator was hot, and Tang Feng's words were like pouring cold water on him, making him cold from head to toe, but he also admitted that Tang Feng's words were correct.

"Hehe, His Royal Highness's words are beautiful, but does this mean that your poems are ten thousand times better than mine?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Lin hurriedly diverted the topic away. Otherwise, when Tang Feng got the approval of these Confucianism cultivators, his previous efforts would be in vain.

"If you can't write good poems, it's useless to say more beautiful words." He was sneering, forcing Tang Feng to write poems, trying to make Tang Feng look ugly in front of everyone.

"Your Highness, let's go, don't worry about this." Xu Wan stepped forward and whispered in Tang Feng's ear, fearing that Tang Feng would be hit, and she didn't want Tang Feng, who had finally changed, to return to his previous appearance .

Ning Xiaomei also looked at Tang Feng worriedly. Although she felt that Tang Fengshi was not weaker than Shen Lin, it was just not weaker. It was obviously unrealistic to say that Tang Fengshi was much better than Shen Lin.

"What? Now you don't accept what you said just now?" Shen Lin was sneering. He would be happier if Tang Feng left now, because it would be more embarrassing than not being able to write a good poem.

Many Confucianism cultivators in Desolation are also waiting to see Tang Feng's reaction. If Tang Feng flees or fails to write amazing poems, then the words just now will not be convincing.

The focus of his eyes, Tang Feng was always calm, with a calm smile on his face, and he cast a reassuring look at Ning Xiaomei and Xu Wan.

After leisurely filling a glass of wine, he shook the wine bottle gently, looked at Shen Lin, and said:
"You don't need to provoke me, I don't pay attention to the little ink in your stomach."

"Next, I'll let you see, a glass of wine becomes poetry!"

A glass of wine becomes poetry?Tang Feng's words caused an uproar, because it was extremely arrogant. It should be known that the "Bu Suanzi" that Shen Lin made before was not written on the spot, but had been prepared for a long time, and the difficulty of composing poems on the spot was too great.

Shen Lin frowned, not believing that Tang Feng could write a poem after drinking a glass of wine.

This time, Tang Feng did not have a small drink, but drank a whole glass of wine the moment he retracted his sword into its sheath, with a graceful and unrestrained appearance, like a fairy who is so tall in the world.

Without thinking about it, he said directly: "This article is called "Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun Makes Skills""

"Slender clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, and silver men are far away from darkness."

As soon as the first sentence came out, the middle-aged Confucianism cultivator's eyes lit up. Just this first sentence showed everyone's demeanor, which was better than the first sentence of Shen Lin's article.

"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win but there are countless people in the world."

In the second sentence of Shangque, the pen and ink are loose, showing the nobility and purity of love, and it is also a rare and wonderful sentence.

"Tenderness is like water, and the wedding is like a dream. Endure the magpie bridge and return. If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening."

As soon as Xia Que came out, all the desolate literati showed their eyes. Tang Feng's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" has a continuous ups and downs of emotion and elegant conception, far surpassing Shen Lin's "Bu Suan Zi".

"Your Highness is a genius!"

At this moment, the middle-aged Confucianism cultivator completely admired him. The value of this "Magpie Bridge Immortal" alone was higher than the value of all the poems he wrote in the past few decades.

"Your Highness is a genius!"

Led by the middle-aged scholars, 180 desolate Confucian scholars present bowed down to salute Tang Feng.

The 180 voices of His Royal Highness resounded through the sky.

Shen Lin was originally very calm, holding the wine bottle in his hand, but at this moment, he stood there blankly like a wooden sculpture, even the wine bottle in his hand fell to the ground.

"Impossible. A glass of wine makes a poem. This must be a poem he bought before. Like the song "Picking Mulberries", it was bought."

At this time, Shen Lin no longer had that elegant demeanor, and shouted loudly, questioning Tang Feng.

"Bought it?"

Tang Feng put the empty wine bottle on the table, and asked in a cold voice, "Sir Shen Lin, where do you think I bought it from?"

This question made Shen Lin speechless. He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Generally, people who sell poetry are from poor families, and their level is limited no matter how high they are. However, those who can write Tang Feng's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" must be talented people, and they will definitely not fall to the point of selling poetry. .

Tang Feng smiled, and slowly filled the empty glass with wine again, without saying a word during the whole process, the clouds were calm and the wind was light.

A glass of wine cut off Shen Lin's Dao heart, what else did he have to say?Not at all!

(End of this chapter)